I came out of the headmaster's office and again found myself deep in thought.
Not worrying?
Yeah, no, I was still worrying regardless.
I always worried. I worried for my future, I worried for our future and I worried for everything else. Sometimes I felt like a hypocrite which I probably was.
Anyway- with all that done, I didn't have anything else to do. I didn't have anything else to use and distract my mind.
Life really was weird.
People were rebuilding, some were still wailing, complaining and here I was just, staring out the damn terrace and feeling sorry for myself.
"Why do we continue to exist?" And why the hell was I saying it aloud on the frigging terrace of the third floor?
Did I really want sympathy that badly?
Well too bad myself, because there was no one around.